Mother Yang walked quickly to Yang Yuran's side, took her into her arms, and looked directly at the favored mother and daughter fearlessly, sneering and sneering.

"Hehe, this kind of man who can't stand loneliness, you love to ask for it, my family doesn't want it, she will find a man with a first-class character and family background."

Bai Yan almost didn't hold back the pretending mask, and couldn't help but smile and debunked: "This kind of man is not easy to find, if there really is such a man, He Lao would have chosen to be his own son-in-law." ”

Yang Fei raised her eyebrows proudly, and helped her mother make up for it in time: "Yes, my mother is right, unless you can climb the legendary third master, but as far as I know, he is a 70-year-old man." ”

"How good the old man is, your sister won't inherit all the family property in a few years after she gets married."

"Wow, it's so good and cost-effective, or is it that my sister and Mother Yang have a vision. Eh, why is my sister in a hurry to leave, tell us more about how you met the fourth and third masters in your dream. ”

The mockery of the abuse gradually drifted away, and Yang's mother was angry, stopped Yang Yuran, and asked, "Didn't you ask you not to come back?" Even you think I'm going to lose? ”

Yang Yuran wanted to answer, it's obvious. No matter from scheming to means, mother and Bai Yan are not on the same level at all.

Considering his mother's proud self-esteem, he changed his words and said, "Mom, I'm not reconciled. ”

Mother Yang looked up and down with suspicion in her eyes, her daughter's foxy eyes were faintly red, and she noticed that her gaze had hurriedly deepened the hatred in her eyes.

Mother Yang suddenly remembered her daughter's original intention of staying abroad all these years, her daughter is not as stubborn as her, her daughter lives much more freely than her, and prefers to live a good present.

sighed, pushed his daughter away ruthlessly, and drove away: "Go, live outside, don't stay here to block me, I look at your purple hair and make trouble." ”

"Eh, Mom, don't kill your relatives in righteousness, let me accompany you, I miss you so much."

Yang Yuran said pitifully, but it was a pity that she had never been defeated by Yang's mother, and her heart was firm. Mother Yang pushed her to the garage and arranged for an old maid to 'escort' her in a car.

Back at the vacant apartment in Xiaoshan, Yang Yuran took a shower, dried his hair with a stand-up blow-dryer, and turned on his mobile phone to check the unread information.

Half an hour ago, Yang Fei began to frantically send abusive messages to her, greeting her parents and ancestors with ugly words.

The 'Black Heart Fei Cotton Jacket', who was dominated by anger, obviously forgot an important thing, five years ago, the 'Fei Cotton Jacket' just recognized Father Yang as his father, and the curse came back to him in a circle.

It is very naïve to debunk, but Yang Yuran doesn't care whether the means are clever or not, as long as it can achieve the goal of anger.

Take screenshots of the ugly fecal spraying pictures one by one and forward them to Yang's father.

Five minutes later, I received a reply from Yang's father: [Yuran, you have robbed Feifei's boyfriend for so many years, it is normal for her to be a little emotional. You should be a sister, be more tolerant of your sister. There are not many relatives in your generation, you have to assist your sister well in the future, don't do things that cold your sister's heart. 】

Yang Yuran thought that no matter how eccentric Father Yang was, he could at least distinguish between right and wrong, but it turned out that he couldn't tell the difference!

Pinching the phone and slapping it on the sofa, I still felt angry after a long time of self-relief, and I couldn't help telling myself to catch a big fish, catch a big fish, and don't ruin the plan quickly.

- Ding-dong, the doorbell rings.

Yang Yuran took out a wet towel to wipe his face, put on slippers and walked to the door, opened the door and saw a cute little round face.

Zhou Yuanyuan lifted the takeout box in her hand and shook it in front of her eyes, pouting and coquettish: "People sent you a few messages to make an appointment, but you refused to come out, I had to come to you." ”

"Thank you."

Yang Yuran opened her arms and hugged the cute little woman tightly, and many grievances dissipated in the warm embrace of the other party.

The best friend and the two beauties were eating seafood porridge, and Zhou Yuanyuan was obviously much angrier than Yang Yuran, scolding Yang Fei for stinky green tea the whole time. is a very familiar word, not long ago Yang Yuran just saw in the circle of friends, Yang Fei instigated many celebrities and ladies to criticize her together.

"Yuran, are you really going to obediently listen to the arrangement of stinky green tea?"

Zhou Yuanyuan bit a chicken leg and asked her with a bulging cheek.

Looking at the overly cute little woman, Yang Yuran's mood improved, reached out and pinched Zhou Yuanyuan's right cheek, and asked with a smile.

"Do you think I'm a soft persimmon?"

"Of course not!" Zhou Yuanyuan categorically denied it.

The Yang Yuran she knows is a strong king and a powerful general, and there are many women in Hangzhou who hate Yang Yuran, basically because of Yang Yuran's appearance and personality.

However, what women are afraid of, Yang Yuran is close to, and there are not many men who can withstand the temptation these days.

I remember when I was in junior high school, my senior sister's boyfriend looked at Yang Yuran a few more times, and the senior sister decided that Yang Yuran had seduced her boyfriend first. Yang Yuran not only explained, but also created a chance encounter, and really seduced the other party's boyfriend away.

On the day when the senior sister was looking for trouble, Yang Yuran instead had a savior posture, and said to the senior sister in a pitying tone: "You should thank me, I will help you uncover his true face." ”

It is precisely because Zhou Yuanyuan has witnessed Yang Yuran's many glorious achievements that she is worried, afraid that this veteran will usher in his own love calamity, capsize in the gutter of Li Shuo, and fall into a nest of bad guys.

I was really worried, so I took the initiative to suggest: "Yuran, can I help you install an executive position in my company?" ”

"I remember your family is an entertainment media company, right?" Yang Yuran's eyes lit up.

Zhou Yuanyuan nodded and responded: "Yes, I'll go back and tell my dad in the evening, and let him arrange for you to be an executive in the variety show sector." ”

Yang Yuran politely shirked, his eyes flowed, and a plan was born in his mind, and he said with retreat: "Without the back door opening so obviously, it is difficult for the group company to convince the public." ”

Zhou Yuanyuan was relatively simple, she didn't see through her best friend's fancy intestines, and insisted on her own opinion: "I understand your strength, I believe that as long as you are given a chance, you can convince the people below." ”

"Don't,"

Yang Yuran shook his head vigorously, and revealed his intention in a dumb voice: "You are my last reliance and hope, and I don't want to waste a rare opportunity." In this way, you bring me the company's trickier male artist combinations, and I'll start with the agent first. ”

Looking at Yang Yuran's sincere face, Zhou Yuanyuan almost let her flicker over, until she heard the three words of the male artist.

A pair of hands grabbed Yang Yuran's neck, pretending to be fierce and reminded: "This lady, please take a serious attitude to face the future, your enemy is very fierce, take away your mentality of the game world." ”

Yang Yuran deliberately stretched out his tongue, couldn't stop coughing and pretending to be pitiful, begging for mercy: "Ahem, cough, I know." I'm going to fight steadily, I have to accumulate enough actual combat experience and money, otherwise I won't be able to fight the other party. cough cough, relying on special care can be majestic for a while, but the iron also needs its own hardness, I want to have my own wings. ”

"Really just to train yourself?"

Seeing Yang Yuran nodding again and again, Zhou Yuanyuan bluntly debunked: "Then why don't you bring female artists?" ”

Yang Yuran's heart was horizontal, his eyes were closed, and he agreed with righteousness.

"Okay, women."